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know her pussy sticky
Said ain’t no going back, bitch I gotta go in
Sipping on some brown but this ain’t no fucking hen
Keep two glocks, for all

Never been a fuck nigga
Try ya fucking luck nigga
Everybody see me as a diamond in the rough nigga
Rolling up two, three blunts
With my CD on
Pussy niggas

to keep it honest
Bill money probably dirty but he gonna do the shit he promised
Imagine being at the bottom
We raised by our mamas
Every time I hit

Crackle pop, that's the sound when mc’s drop
Fire bars by a fireplace, the weak get shot
Shots thrown at me will get just blocked
Way I see it, y’all

ain't never old
Pussy nigga pipe up before I take you off the checklist 
And I'm at the weston had the tec on like tekken
Whippin with a smith a weston

Twitter got the best advice? 
Well that's nice 
Until reality starts to set in, was told 2 wrongs don't make a right
Mediocrity won't suffice, obedience is

at ease 
Lost two of my dawgs this year I feel death coming in 3's
I did the shit I ain't want to for the shit that I need 
And Bre come home next year shit

Damn, what up shawty
Why you walking down here by yourself like that
Oh you got trouble with your man
Shit, I feel that, but let me tell you

Single mother raised household
Daddy out being reckless
Mama had da 2 door sunbird
Had us riding round like sum Mexicans
And we ain't go to sleep to bed

LOCO
We play no games.. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my

like a AR
Feeling like a Smith nigga pull up like I'm JR
Fuck a wave I be chilling by the pool right? (Right)
I'm just trynna hit the 8 ball
Out here

Wanna be trap-queen, handles two IG's
Only follows himself, damn he must be a G
Livin' that life yo, bitches on X pills
Fakin my fan base, no girls

glow
Eddie went rat-tat-tat on the gasket
We stole the car fast, went speeding through Queens
Like two boys searching for a different century
Like a lost

got you attached
My heart done developed some cracks
You kept it to real
Two trillion
See I had to grow up with struggle but I still knew how to hustle

of talk that’s POP shit
You pop shit
We don’t get the logic
I AINT GONNA LIE
Weed got me fried
I can still see niggas only get by
I can still see niggas

Violent by design
Flicker in the ashtray
Got me in a mood sorta feel a type that way
Pulled thoughts ripped apart like a brisket
Tryna get that

a stick
She bad she eat my kids
She mad ion cuff no bitch
Slidin wit a smith n wesson it kick like Tekken
Niggas still ain't get the message let's teach

tense, talkin more common sense
Comin down to 2 cents? Always had a lot of it
Lincolns in the jar savin up to buy a rocket ship
I'll talk of it, but for

What it do
Yeah
Prayin so long to find my muse
Yeah
You been a fantasy come true
Yeah
Got me trippin you's a acid tab or two
Yeah

I never swear

that mean she into flexing
Check her style
Check her walk
Shid, I'm loving how she stepping
So I gotta shoot my shot, Stephen curry smith and Wesson

silently
Cops come
Be an accessory
Hide with me
Safe haven
Scarier
Than Wes Craven
Poe's Raven
Most maven
Connoisseurs of hos demure
Find me out by

and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You

to fours
Glocks nines smith and wessons gassed up by the river boat
Hoping out on niggas at the station like a haitian
Gold mouth eyes low I'm rolling hard

because Im protected
By two words Smith and Wesson
TJones know I got PTSD
I hear a loud bang and I reach for my peace
I make like a frog and make these